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hear the break
spider loc is a
nigga sound like off the goonies
ya life is a
you aint a factor you a fifty gave you a script
went from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit
a g-unit crip? not a gang in LA
bang on records but nigga bang in LA
why the you wake me up ... nigga im tired
you a busta.. so ima light yo ass on
nigga want my so he runnin with buck
keep tryna The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
i diss after diss, lil nigga you suck
like yo baby mama, in the row of my truck
naw-vail ill your ass in your own hood
you so hard why didnt u put out that song about
trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass
get swiss cheesed up, ol' deli ass
t.boz in ass nigga
better ask around, i been the truth Makaveli passed nigga
and i aint wanna have to do shit
id rather be at listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it 'a bitch is a bitch'
you a myspace gangsta suck my dick
your is budweiser, mines is crystale
put the faggot on ice he gon be for a while
now watch me put my chest out 10 og's
i wore this G-unot to show m.o.p
im mutha fucka,
tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont muthafucka
and now that i put the to bed
i tell you a about a spider caught in his web
marvel williams, a known crip
not he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
he in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
fifty, this nigga brother more than you
so ima break it like an ounce of glue
i met this nigga at Alliyah video shoot
true, true, he had on no
dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he than you'
so i a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
this nigga soakin up tryna copy my style
him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
and DMX me the fuckin problem child
now to the future, you got a problem now
snoopin my hood, get fucked doggy style
i pull ya faggot ass out them sneakers
and let ya soul in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
you g-unit crip, used to be a
your marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
black wallstreet you cant fuck wit my crew
my flow baby, ima make you do what it do
take a ride Nigga ima make room in the coupe
put the in the truck, throw you in there too
bitch in the passenger side, say she somebody screamin
turn the music up.. baby comin from the speakers
she i aint trippin i hear somebody screamin
i had to throw her off so i singin
I know you dont me
you aint the same when 50 Cent's in
I you dont love me
you always talkin' how Ma$e get down
I know you don't me
you scream and when Spider Loc's around
got me fucked up wit them g-unit
tryna run on me you punk bitch
get yo ass in the
prodigy know i aint a punk
keep these rap niggaz in check like a of dunks
who can like i do?
spit NaS too?
rock a yankee fitted, still up piru?
rock a fitted in the middle of the bronx
i shine in any hood like paul fronts
nigga my flow foolish sit back while i do
me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
i spit like a
you spit like a rookie dice shooter
eyes to the loser
nigga im pooba
gave em somethin' grand
created g-unot, tried to sue me and
say he kick me out the group nigga i
spider, you want my spot nigga? clean up my
ass nigga, fifty give him a check
and if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the
i been for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
for 500 he'll claim any set
give him a 1000 hell tat it on his hand... damn
thats than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
ya XXL cover like makin of the band
you mad, i got my own shoe
and my nigga take shots for the game NJ do
say its bullshit till i pull quick
till i empty a full
get on the horn, meet me in the
tony yayo you old ass
you 36 and u your hottest verse on my album
now.. i aint sayin you dope nigga..
but you better than loc Nigga...
fifty saw the oppourtunity and thought he use him
i know he dont be listein to that ass music
you got the west on back? you a lyin bastard
you the reason niggaz push mute when they madden
what the made you think you could fuck wit the game
when yo to fame was Yukmouth's chain
my advice and lay low
heard you and your Yayo
got ran the fuck san diego
i'll give you 5 shots the 38 blow
a whole in your chest.. the size of a bagel
we can do it you say so
wait till the on the road, shoot it out at the staples
your chest, show the world what you made of
my dick hard i cant till the day come
when i can put the on him
let rest, dont speak on my dead homie
all you new coast niggaz chill
the is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will